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A breeze rustled through the branches of the trees, almost sending the stack of colored paper strips on the table in front of Nectarios flying away. Before that could happen, a silver-purple Estra quickly flew up and set itself on them, chiming softly at their cossetling. The white-haired cossetling patted their herald appreciatively, speaking softly.   “My thanks, Ambrosius. Could you fetch the box I brough...

A bright sun illuminated the party area, a gentle breeze rustling the fall leaves of the trees. The cheerful sounds of of celebration rose and fell as cossetlings chattered amongst themselves. Tables were loaded with cookies, cake, tea, and other treats for Cossette's birthday.As Theodore and Oros walked into the party clearing, cosprouts by their side, they paused for a moment to take in the scale of the party. Cossetlings serving tea were rushing to and fro, tending to tables of...

As evening started to fall upon the Hielands, two cossetlings followed a thin, worn path into a small clearing next to a shimmering lake. A small copse of trees and flowering bushes circled the outer edges of the clearing, and a stream ran into the lake, cheerily gurgling in the fading daylight. The two cossetlings each took a moment to admire the view. “Wow. Okay, this is really nice, Oros!” ...

“Right! Theo, I’ve decided what we’re going to do for the end of summer! And you’re gonna love it!” “Uh-oh.”   The sound of a book slamming shut echoed throughout the otherwise quiet library, as Theodore slid down into his regular armchair, the plush fabric causing him...

The little lamba settled down besides their newfound friends, tucking into a delicious feast of sweets that the other cosprouts had gathered. While they ate, the little lamba asked about their cossetling friend- had any of the others seen them? The bevaca and bebom shook their heads- they had been out in the meadows all morning, they hadn’t seen them. The kerora and the patoy shook their heads too- they had been sunbathing by the riverside, and while they had ...

The rain was pouring in a frenzy, roaring down upon roof tiles and rushing down gutters, rain barrels and raincatchers alike overflowing. Very few cossetlings were out and about, and those who were rushed down the streets, decked out in raincoats and carrying umbrellas, splashing through puddles that grew ever-deeper by the minute. Lightning split the sky every few minutes, and the thunder was an ever-constant rumble in the air, occasionally roiling itself up into a roar to announce the next ...

Theodore was sitting on his workshop stool, examining the raincatcher he was making closely. His cosprout, a Fairytale Lapito, watched with great interest from his bed nearby, coat hanging on a small hook next to him. Both the raincatcher and the cosprout were on a large workshop desk that was cluttered with parts, spare gears, wires, springs, and other materials scattered across them. There was a semblance of order to it, but one only discernable by the clock-maker and his cosprout. �...

The sun was hiding behind a thick layer of clouds, the trees were rustling in a steady, cool wind, and Oros was once again dragging Theodore along on another 'adventure'. The excited librarian pulled the reluctant clock-maker along by his wrist, Theodore jogging to try and keep up. Following behind, at a careful distance were the cosprouts of Theodore and Oros respectively. Auritus, Theodore’s fairytale Lapito, hopped along carefully, expression set in resignation, carefully keeping his wat...